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[Rarity]

Uh, hi -- we haven't spoken, but I know some friends of yours, and ... I saw your flyers around the castle. Would you be willing to make a dress for a friend of mine?

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[rarities]

[ooooh, a job opportunity? she sounds excited]

Why yes, of course I would! What sort of dress were you looking for?

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Well ... maybe something for summer? Like ... I don't know, those dresses with the little straps and the long skirts or something.

And green, I think. Green and brown. Maybe gold. Like her family's ... scrapbook. [he's been sworn to secrecy on the Book of Shadows, but he knows it's important to her, so.]

[rarities]

Well, that sounds simple enough! But you must tell me more about her! What color is her mane? Her eyes? What are her measurements? Is this a surprise gift?

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Oh, she's got brown hair, and -- oh! You know what, hang on.

[in a moment, a copy of the picture he took of Peter and Phoebe for their Christmas present is pasted into the page] That's her.

I don't know her measurements? But ... I might be able to wish up the dress she had wrecked, if she's tossed it. Would you be able to work from that?

[he's a master of improvisation, this Raymond Stantz]

[rarities]

Oh, yes, that would work just fine, assuming there's enough of it left to take apart!

And when would you need this dress by?

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Hang on -- [ahem]

Hey, uh, Paradisa? I know this is a little weird, but -- do you think I could have the dress Phoebe threw away on Ostara?

[and there it is, coated in dried marshmallow, dry clean only, and an absolute wreck. he winces]

Well, it's in one piece, but I don't know if you could work with it. I can bring it over?

[rarities]

All right! I am currently at my boutique in the city, if you'd like to meet me there. [INSERT DIRECTIONS FROM THE CASTLE]

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Great! I'll be down in a little bit. Is it okay if I bring my dog, Blue? I'll tie him outside so he doesn't get anything dirty.

[rarities]

Hmm ... Well, all right, as long as nothing gets on the dresses.

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[and soon enough, Ray walks on down into town, the dress carefully bundled up in a paper bag. he ties Blue to a lamp-post across the street from the Carousel Boutique, even, out of exceptional cautiousness. popping one of those collapsible drinking bowls out of his pocket, he unfolds it, fills it with water for Blue, then heads on into the boutique, smiling]

Rarity? Hello?

[rarities]

Hello!

[she'll be trotting over from the counter to the door to smile brightly at him] You must be the human I was speaking to over the journal!

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That's me, I'm Ray. Nice to meet you face to face. ... Wow, it looks great in here! You must've put a lot of work into it.